The Frog

I fell in love
When first I saw a rose
Too young to see and
understand its beauty.
Why the bee sucks
and hovers round the bud
Rose hip syrup
on the Christmas table
Sweet and sour delights
The water-lily too
Gold fin in the lake
petals whiter than the rose
Stigma to invite,pink wings
 Resting in the fountain's shade
A frog waiting to be kissed
Before the petals close
it was then I saw the rose
Then I understood
I came here a youth
To leave a man